When it came to handling "talent," Chen Yi was an old hand.
Especially when those adorable talents willingly lined themselves up like a string of noodles, with eighty-one Chaos Colored Beads forming a circle around them, resembling a greedy little mouth that began slurping them up one by one!
One after another, two, three, four, five.
Six, seven, eight, nine—all sucked into the circle without a trace.
There was no helping it. Under the suppression of the Five Elements Mountain Range, where even their immortal powers were sealed, Golden Immortals had no room for resistance whatsoever.
The Ancient Clan's True Immortals, who had already climbed to the mountain peak, watched this scene with eyes wide in fury!
But what could they do?
Even their Great Luo Ancestor had been forcibly taken away. What hope did they have against these colored beads?
All they could do was hurry to forge their Five Elements Fate Coins, hoping to advance to the next stage and escape the reach of these devilish beads!
The Primordial Heart-Soul Clan was no exception, but unlike the other five Ancient Clans, their Great Luo Ancestor was still present!
With the Great Luo Ancestor holding the line, the eight True Immortals of the Primordial Heart-Soul Clan worked much faster in refining their Fate Coins.
By the time Chen Yi had slurped up half of the Golden Immortal "noodles," they had already gathered enough toll money. Then, under Feng Jinhuang's lead, they rushed anxiously into the next stage.
Leaving the five Ancient Clans' True Immortals in disarray atop the peak.
The rule was simple—whoever ran slowest became the frontline sacrifice. Better you than me!
Pop~
The moment she passed through that thin membrane of light, Feng Jinhuang's ominous premonition exploded in her mind!
Ahead lay an abyss—one she must not enter!
The Primordial Heart-Soul Clan's Great Luo-level instincts once again proved their exceptional foresight.
But alas, this time, Feng Jinhuang had no choice.
Why? Because while the path ahead led to an abyss, behind her was pure hell!
No retreat—only forward!
Time to gamble!
Squelch, squelch, squelch~
The instant they stepped out of the passageway and into the third stage's safe zone, an overwhelming pressure descended, flattening the eight Primordial Heart-Soul True Immortals to the ground. Only Feng Jinhuang, as a Great Luo, managed to remain standing—barely.
The "safe zone" was anything but safe. Someone had laid an ambush by the guidance stele!
Surveying the faintly glowing Chaos Colored Beads around her and the scattered bodies of Golden Immortal clansmen further away, Feng Jinhuang let out a bitter laugh and closed her eyes in anguish.
She was broken. Truly broken!
Why was he everywhere?!
Sometimes, the fluids that relieve stress aren't just sweat.
A single tear traced down Feng Jinhuang's flawless cheek.
Even a Great Luo has worries, and tears fall only in sorrow.
She had been completely toyed with by Fang Fan, the Ninth-Rank Wealth Attendant of the Purple Micro Immortal Court!
She, a dignified Great Luo! And what was Fang Fan?
Fang Fan wasn't even a Golden Immortal!
Only because he could wield supernatural abilities within the Five Elements Mountain Range—where all magic was sealed—had she misjudged him!
And that oath sworn by the spirit of the Five Elements Mountain Range? Hah! She’d been fooled by his lies!
"Young Great Luo, why so downcast? Don’t worry, these Golden Immortal clansmen you lost are just sleeping. They’re fine."
Chen Yi greeted her amiably.
Feng Jinhuang slowly opened her eyes, gazing at him with resentment. "You promised you wouldn’t target me again. So what is this? Aren’t you afraid of tainting your Dao Heart?"
Chen Yi replied matter-of-factly, "The one who made that promise was the spirit of the Five Elements Mountain Range. What does that have to do with me, the spirit of the Chaos Crucible?"
Feng Jinhuang’s lips twitched. "Stop pretending, Fang Fan. You’re the one who left those encrypted runes on the entrance stele, aren’t you?"
Chen Yi shrugged. "Fine, since you’ve seen through me, I’ll drop the act. Yes, I’m Fang Fan!"
Feng Jinhuang sighed deeply. "Very well, Fang Fan. If I’m not mistaken, this ‘Purple Micro Immortal Court’ of yours was founded by the Eternal Mysterious Firmament Immortal King, Cui Changsheng, correct? I have… personal ties with Chen Lingxiu of the Purple Micro faction. Perhaps—"
Before she could finish, Chen Yi cut her off. "No need to explain. Since you know Senior Lingxiu, it’s only right you join the Purple Micro Immortal Court to reunite with her!"
"What?!" Feng Jinhuang was stunned. "Chen Lingxiu was completely annihilated! How could she—?"
She suddenly pulled out a jade pendant from her chest, her voice trembling. "This was a gift from Lingxiu during one of our adventures together. It contains a wisp of her Dao essence. I’ve nurtured it carefully all these years. But after that great battle, her light vanished. No matter how I tried, I couldn’t restore the Dao essence within. Is she truly alive?! You’re not lying to me, are you?"
Wait… she’s serious? Chen Yi’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Let me see that pendant!"
He had assumed Feng Jinhuang was just name-dropping Chen Lingxiu to save herself—that at best, they were mere acquaintances. After all, Cui Changsheng had said that the immortals of the Upper Realm looked down on "country bumpkins" like them from the lower realms.
But to his shock, this noble Great Luo from an ancient Upper Realm clan wasn’t just casually acquainted with Chen Lingxiu—they seemed close?
If they were truly sworn sisters, this situation just got a lot more complicated.
Thanks to Lin Yuyu’s relentless efforts and the devout prayers of the entire Carefree Sect, Chen Lingxiu’s true spirit had already begun reforming. Soon, she would reverse the river of time and return!
If she found out he’d captured her dear friend to use as "premium talent" for his schemes, the karmic backlash might force him to dissolve his cultivation and reincarnate… That would be way too harsh.
After carefully examining the pendant, Chen Yi confirmed it.
Feng Jinhuang, the Great Luo Ancestor of the Primordial Heart-Soul Clan, was indeed Chen Lingxiu’s sworn sister!
"Fang Fan, tell me the truth. Has Lingxiu truly returned?" Feng Jinhuang pressed, her eyes filled with tension and hope.
Chen Yi fell silent for a moment before sighing softly. "Since you’re Senior Lingxiu’s old friend, I’ll arrange for you to reunite with her in the Purple Micro Immortal Realm."
Hearing this, Feng Jinhuang’s sharp instincts twitched. She took half a step back, warily tilting her head. "Fang Fan… what are you planning?"
Chen Yi replied calmly, "My apologies. I’m not Fang Fan. I’ll spare you the ‘punishment wine,’ but you will drink the ‘toast.’"
The moment he finished speaking—
Feng Jinhuang’s vision went black as something violently forced its way into her consciousness.
It was an overwhelmingly domineering will, manifesting as a massive black halberd that churned her vast sea of consciousness into chaos!
Against this will, even as a Great Luo, she couldn’t muster the slightest resistance—nor even the desire to resist. It felt… like standing before an Immortal Emperor!
Of course, Chen Yi was an old hand. After reclaiming the three Great Luos of the Primordial Chaos Source Tribe, the Empyrean Star God Tribe, and the Ruin Abyss Tribe from Wuji, he had begun conducting experiments—purification procedures.
Fortunately, the surgeries were a success. Two of the Great Luos were completely severed from the Upper Realm’s river of time, becoming independent existences no longer bound to the celestial sequence.
Unfortunately, the Great Luo from the Guixu Xuanming Clan resisted too fiercely and was accidentally crippled in the process. In the end, due to incomplete severance, they chose to undergo a heroic self-dissolution, leaving behind a lifetime of Great Luo enlightenment, their true spirit returning to the Immortal Realm to begin anew.
It was precisely because of the selfless sacrifices of these three Great Luo that Chen Yi successfully mastered the method of purifying them!
Feng Jinhuang's lack of resistance also greatly increased the success rate of the procedure!
Soon, Feng Jinhuang also successfully severed ties with the Immortal Realm's Great Luo sequence, cutting all connections with the Immortal Realm.
"Welcome to the Ziwei Immortal Realm!" Chen Yi amiably extended the invitation.
Feeling as though she had lost everything, Feng Jinhuang wore a complicated expression, her gaze tinged with resentment as she looked at him. "Do I even have a choice?"
"Is this what you call a polite offer?"
"From the very beginning, you never intended to let me go, did you?"
Chen Yi smiled faintly. "Would you like to experience the alternative?"
Feng Jinhuang's face darkened. "Enough. I admit defeat!"
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
